It was a brilliant conspiracy against me. I still sat in my seat unable to move. Guruji looked at me suspiciously. If I say No then all their planning...will go in vain. These old men would be praying to god to hear a yes from me. Guruji changed tactic and told me that if I did not trust him, its ok. That was another blow. I nodded my head and stood up went near him.All eyes were on me now. Guruji smiled at me with full confidence. He told me that after the massage all the pain will disappear. His mouthdrops open then he signals with his hand for me to come ahead. I tie thereins to a nearby tree and scuttle forward in a bent over crouch. Weproceed together, ducking and weaving from tree to tree, avoiding fire,until we reach a sergeant who is standing behind several large rockswith the Queen laying on the ground next to him. He regards me with oneraised eyebrow then returns to firing as my guide returns to his post."Welcome to the fight, General. Didn't bring any more with you?" They. " But you can - you are now, on the phone," I countered, sensing hermanoeuvre for a visit, but then remembered that I really wanted to seethem now, anyway, "but it would be much better if I could come and see youat half-term."My mind was racing ahead over Tom's holiday allowance and I knew hewouldn't be able to come along. It occurred to me that it was really hisright to go and visit them. We could change over temporarily so that hecould go alone as Amanda, but how could I cope back at my old. She suggested that she go first, giving voice to my tale, which was, in fact, not as innovative as it could have been. I had taken my story from the previous year and stretched it a bit, supposing that while I was away on a business trip Emily, who works downtown, had gone to a wine bar after a long day of work to get a bite to eat, finding it so dull to cook for one person. There, sitting at the counter with her salad and a glass of Viognier, she struck up a conversation with two German.